zek-chan

Art, I miss you. Come back to me. In other news, PTSD therapy continues. Oh, you didn't know that was a thing for me? Surprise, I guess. Married life is okay too. Don't ever get an office job, though. They're soul-sucking and awful. What else, what else. I got diagnosed with narcolepsy the day after Christmas. So there's that. My grandfather passed away last July, my best friend's father a few months before that. Within the last few weeks two of Tom's friends have died. It's not a good year for funerals, so far. My younger brother may have a thyroid issue giving him panic attacks, or he may just have huge anxiety issues that he's been tryin

I've noticed I have this problem where every time I consider trying to do something I enjoy as a hobby for profit, instead...I end up giving it up.  Whether through sheer frustration, or just laziness, or maybe fear of failure, I give up.  I'm going to be more honest with myself, and stop trying to make a (desperately needed) extra buck here or there by pimping myself out hobby-wise.  It got to the point where I couldn't even look at my craft desk or my sewing machine or my sketching stuff without feeling pressure to produce, and these imaginary dollar signs floating all over everything. I'm going back to basics.  No more drawing with a bott

Good morning, and long time no see! I honestly don't know if anyone even visits this page anymore.  With the way life has been going for the last 3 years since I submitted work (dear lord has it really been that long? Ouch) traditional artwork hasn't been my biggest focus.  I am really, terribly out of practice with it, and it makes me super sad.  I've done some sketching here and there, but the love for my original characters isn't as strong as it used to be, and my creative juices have sort of split themselves into other directions.  I've taken up LARPing, that pinnacle of nerd hobbies (sidereus.net, check us out) and have become an amateu